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crushed_pearls) wrote2022-09-16 02:28 pm
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Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."
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Not that there's anything wrong with that in itself, but...
...Well, SecUnit doesn't like being touched on a good day.
This is not a good day.
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just...
...
...weeps.
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- harsh, rasping breaths
- gulping for air
- hiccups
- shuddery exhalations
-- sometimes mixed with strangled wails
- mucusy snorts and sniffles
-- the occasional nasal sound that can only be described as a honk
- that gaspy sound one makes when trying to get control again
-- only for it to dissolve into even harder crying
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It's important to be here, now. Even if it's not in the way she's used to.
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"I'm sorry, SecUnit," she repeats, though this time it's out of her human mouth at least and she can express her sympathy, her worry, in her voice.
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"Can...you please grab some toilet paper from the bathroom for me?"
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You know, to blow its nose, which it does quite cacophonously here in demonstration, before grabbing for its tea again.
"Um...thanks."
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"...Who was she, to you?"
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Maybe. It shakes its head. "We died on the same day of the battle royale. And woke up together. And...didn't talk about it, not much. It was hard. I don't think she'd ever died before. I had, but this was a different one. I adjusted my settings to generate heat, for her. Something warm. I thought it would help, and it did."
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